Twenty-nine years.” Saraswati thumps her foot on the floor. “It’s been three decades. I’ve earned an honest living and now I am called a drug dealer. Why? We can be shut down now. How?” 1983 Saraswati arrived in Hampi, leading her two shambling sons, Krishna Prasad and Ashok. She was 19 then, following the trail of her husband, an English-speaking guide. He wasn’t a permanent worker. Income was never a guarantee. He’d disappear for weeks on sporadic tours and his pro